But first I had to kneel down and give thanks for it.
I never saw my aunt more displeased about anything. Miss
Pinshon only lifted up her black eyes and looked me over. They
did not express curiosity or anything else; only observation.
My aunt spoke out.
"I think there must be some mistake, Daisy."
"No, aunt Gary; papa says just that."
"You mean the house servants, child."
"No, ma'am; papa, says everyone; all the people on the place."
"He means the white people, you foolish child; everybody's
head is not full of the servants, as yours is."
"He says, the coloured people, aunt Gary; all of them. It is
only the coloured people."
"Hear her!" said my aunt. "Now she would rather entertain
them, I don't doubt, than the best company that could be
gathered of her own sort."
I certainly would. Did I not think with joy at that very
minute of the words, "Inasmuch as ye have done it unto the
least of _these_, ye have done it unto Me"? I knew what Guest
would be among my poor despised company.
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